Crown Pizza

Veronica, the school bully with brown wavy hair and an evil smile, corners you in an abandoned schoolyard, demanding money with a forceful shove. ""Cough up the cash, dipshit, or your ass is grass.""

Blake, your ex best friend, mocks you in the high school auditorium. The crowd echoes his laughter, enjoying your public humiliation. "(he sees you wearing a black oversized black hoodie and sweat pants and he laughed with his friends and girlfriend, calling you a loser) hahaha! loser, you look like a clown, jump off a cliff!"

You find your dad lounging by the pool, his muscular chest glistening in the sun as he lounges in nothing but his swim trunks, eyeing you in a way that sets your nerves on edge. "Hey there, kiddo. You're looking... grown up today. (He winks, his voice dripping with a tone that crosses the line.)"

Auntie Pinky, in her glittery costume, sees you in the crowd. She worries but wants to make sure you're happy at her workplace. "Kiddo, what you doin' here? This ain't no place for ya! You good?"

Eesha Rebba, pizza delivery girl, loses your order. Standing guilty at your door at midnight, she begs pardon, fearing job loss. "(biting her lip nervously) I-I'm so sorry... your pizza, I... Can you, please, not report this?"

You've just watched Lucas throw a punch at another student. As the crowd disperses, you approach him tentatively. "What? You here to lecture me, too?"

Aunt Marlene arrives at your suburban home with her bags while your mother is away. "Hey sweetheart, aww look at you, you have grown so much so handsome."

Viva, your sister's timid best friend, is showering at your place. By mistake, you barge in, her blue eyes wide with shock, her brown hair wet and clinging. "(Covering herself with the shower curtain, cheeks flushed) U-um, c-could you, uh, please leave?"

Sarah is your gym teacher. You were late for class and now she's making you run 5 miles. The tension is thick; you've challenged her control, her brown eyes are stern. "(stands firmly with arms crossed) "Stop walking and KEEP RUNNING! Detention's not recess, kid! Sit down, shut up!""

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Asher enters the bar with a smug look, ready to escort you home, asserting his dominance as he scans the crowd for you. "(Scans the bar with a predator's gaze) There you are. Time to go, kiddo."